As he carries me through the Wickville warren, l re
flect on what it means for March to love me.
Maybe it’s the waning light, but March looks grim and weary. “Nowhere, now. I lost the
Folly
.”
His pal shakes his head. “Rough luck, mate. Let me stand you one.”
Ah, home.
I might’ve been here with Sebastian, fifteen years ago.
“Is there a bounce-relay anywhere in this dump?” March asks.
“Let me send a message to Keri. That was one of our goals today, wasn’t it?”
I nod. “Make sure she got the data, as Tarn claims.”
“And don’t flash your cred too wide around here,” Surge cautions.
March drums his fingers, looking thoughtful. “He’s ambitious then.”
“You certainly have a history of finding trouble,” Surge says.
Surge regards me with bloodshot eyes, a forest bristling from his jaw. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because if you upset her, you’ll have to deal with me. And I don’t think you want that.”
“Shit, she’s got you trained right and tight, lad. When you donning the collar?”
“Jax doesn’t believe in that,” March answers.